The Following May

The following May, after the clouds had gone and the sun’s sticky fingers held your face, you sat on the porch breathing and watching the morning. Yellow roses danced before you, triumphant in the desert garden with their neon contrast striking amongst the saguaro cactus. The following May, after the biting grip of winter against […]


It’s like a tidal wave, My mind is going to cave, Turns to a hurricane, The echo clouds my brain… and it starts to rain Suppressing the problem is fickle My eyes began to trickle I pretend that I’m fine But the echo of “are you okay” brings me to end of the line Is […]